They are a thing, you know!  Swinging cruises.  I hadn’t believed it until I went with C on one.  We got on a river cruiser in Budapest – which is a fabulous city – and one week later got off it in Vienna.  When you and I are enjoying a bottle of deliciously cold white wine together I’ll tell you about the days and nights, the morning and evenings, and the afternoons!

This one afternoon, there was a workshop on vaginal orgasms.  It was a practical class with only eight places – well mattresses – available.  C said it would be fun to practice – to keep his hand in, as it were.  So, we joined the class.  It was run by a native North American lady, and she was good.  At one point she proved how nice it was to have someone press gently but firmly about four fingers down from your navel.  Wow!  Unexpected, unknown to me, and just wow!

There we were, eight women in various states of undress, but all of us with our knees up and spread apart with a partner beside us.  So, do you remember in the Olympics when eight attractive women got thoroughly wet as they gave synchronised swimming displays?  It is an amazing spectacle.  Well, this was similar. 

At first, there were soft murmurs and a few suppressed giggles.  I remember seeing a young, very attractive Iranian girl lying on her back like I was, and she had the densest black bush, it was like she had on a second pair of black panties.  It was so...sorry! I digress.

I’m sure you can guess what happened next, but bear with me.  Each partner was invited to prepare his lady – make her moist and receptive.  There are many ways to do that.  Some like to fondle and pet, to make a bit of love.  Others like to lick, and some use lube.  For me, C just needs to look at me funny.  Then a finger is gently insinuated, pushing aside the folds and entering the hidden depths.  Forefinger or middle finger – of if you’re ambitious, both – is crooked into a come-hither action, and then, as it says on every shampoo bottle, repeat.

Just minutes later the room seemed to draw in its breath and the air grew still.  There was tension flowing around, over, and between the mattresses, and breaths were getting shorter.  Then, suddenly, there was a quiet moan followed by a quick pant.  I’m pretty sure it wasn’t me, but if I wasn’t the first, I joined the chorus as the sound ricocheted from lip to lip, girl to girl, building to a crest of shared pleasure.  As one, we came.  Like those synchronised swimmers bobbing and bursting out of the pool as one – so did we.

C was impressed.  Well, if a rigid, gently weeping cock means being impressed, he was definitely impressed.  As I glanced around the room, I could see the flush of pleasure on every girl’s face.  We had just scored gold in our Olympic synchronised team event.  And, by the look of things, it would be silver for their partners – they were going to be coming second. 

The following afternoon the workshop was on the languisement – the art and pleasure of fellatio.  Yes, it was a good cruise, something for everyone!